I reach the summit of the hill much faster than I expected, but the storm seems to be worsening much faster than I thought. A little ways away, I see the cornucopia. I was hoping to be able to get to the caves, but I guess I'll have to wait a little while longer. I look around for tributes as I make my way to the cornicopia, but I don't see any.

Inside the cornucopia, I have shelter from the rain, but I know I can't stay here long. I look around for any leftover supplies, but I find nothing. I sit down in the driest spot I can find and wait for the storm to blow over.

I look out the mouth of the cornicopia and watch the storm, which isn't letting up at all. At least the rain isn't coming in here yet, but it looks like the wind will blow it in eventually.As I sit, I think about my family. My uncle always wanted me or Saria to be a victor. Bring honor to our family he'd always said. Well, looks like I'm not going to do that. Even if I do win, he'll see me as a disgrace for not acting the way he wanted. I'm not sure even Saria would accept me; she's always been so focused on winning, she's the true career, not me. I haven't even killed anyone yet; what kind of District Two tribute am I?.I sigh and lean against the wall of the Cornicopia as I think. After a bit, I start to doze off, lulled by the sound of the rain and also my exhaustion.

I had just started to fall into a deeper sleep when I heard a growl. I opened my eyes sleepily and started to go back to sleep. Then I remembered where I was; I'm in the games, and growling can only mean one thing: Mutts. I got to my feet and grabbed my club before turning my attention to the area around me and whatever was out there.

[color=white] As the growling continued, I realized it wasn't inside the cornucopia with me. Rather, it was coming from the jungle. I walk back to the entrance of the Cornucopia and look out, but I don't see anything yet. The rain's still going and the jungle is too dense to see through. And I can't leave because I don't know how many of whatever is out there, and I'm not just going to walk into something that could kill me. "Well, this is going to be fun," I mutter as I wait for whatever's out there to show itself.

Three pale blue wolves appeared out of the forests surrounding the Cornucopia, surrounding the tribute. They didn't look too strong, but two lashed forwards at the tribute while the third blocked any escape.

After a moment, I find myself trapped by three wolf mutts. I take a defensive stance as they close in and wait. As two of them spring at me, I try to jump out of the way, then I swing my club at one of them, hoping to kill it or at least knock it out. I take a second to look for an escape path, but I see I'm blocked by the third wolf.

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((Can I block both mutt attacks at the same time? I'm not used to fighting mutts xD))

The tribute's swing sliced across the throats of the two attacking wolves, and caught the third one as it moved to try and attack from behind. The mutt reeled back, before leaping up at the tribute and biting at him.

I feel the sting of the wounds the two wolf mutts managed to get in, but now they were dead anyway. Then I remember the third wolf and spin around just in time to see it leaping at me. I swing my club again, attempting to knock the wolf away as it tries to bite me. Hopefully, I'll do some more damage too it as well.

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I wince as I feel the mutt's teeth, but it isn't too painful. I watch as it lunges at me again, this time with its claws extended, until the time is right. Then I side-step and swing my club simultaneously, hoping to avoid its attack and kill it this time, after I miserably failed a moment ago.

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I'm about to swing again when I realize that the mutt is dead. I look around, almost certain there are more somewhere. Finally, I'm convinced there isn't anything left at the moment. I find myself leaning against the wall of the cornucopia, exhausted from my constant walking that only resulted in being attacked.After a moment, I begin to feel thirsty. Then I remember it's raining. I push off the wall an walk back to the entrance of the cornucopia. I cup my hands and hold them out into the downpour, letting rain water collect. Then I ring my hands back to myself and gulp it down. I wait a moment to see if it will affect me before I do anything else.

After nothing happens, I take a few more sips of water. Feeling a little better, I think about what I can do. There aren't many options, either wait here for more deadly things to show up or get moving and run into the deadly things somewhere else. Either way I'll probably end up dead. I wish I knew which way to go.

Silently, I curse the storm. I can't see anything but the smudgy colors of the jungle beyond the cornucopia. I don't even know which direction I came from now. Obviously, there isn't much hope of finding the caves if I set out now, and even if I did, I'd probably end up attacked by mutts or another tribute. From here, I at least know my back is covered. I take a few more sips of rainwater and back into the cornucopia, hopefully out of sight of the jungle, and wait for something else to show up.

I don't notice myself slipping to the ground as I fall asleep. And even if I did, I'm too exhausted to care. After what seems like only seconds, I start to dream something about my uncle and cousin scolding me for not being a true Career. Then we somehow end up changing into various food items and chasing each other around with pretzel-stick swords.